Heavenly shades of night are falling, it's twilight time
Out of the mist your voice is calling, "It's twilight time"
When purple colored curtains mark the end of day
I'll hear you, my dear, at twilight time
Deepening shadows gather splendor as day is done
Seems like only yesterday
We were laughing like a couple of kids
Fun we had when first met
Ain't been around much since
Sharing every hour every day
Funny how time slips away
Everything has been said before
There's nothing left to say anymore
When it's all the same
You can ask for it by name
Babble babble ***** *****
words by jason mraz & ariel quirolo
music by jason mraz
Well an old saying goes mind your manners mind your mother
And a man can find a lover who is tan and undercover
There is a happy land where only children live
They don’t have the time to learn the ways
Of you sir, mr. grownup
There’s a special place in the rhubarb fields underneath the leaves
It’s a secret place and adults aren’t allowed there, mr. grownup
Horizon rising up to meet the purple dawn
Dust demon screaming, bring an eagle to lead me on
For in my heart I carry such a heavy load
Here I am on Man's road, walking Man's road, walking Man's road
I'm hungry, weary, but I cannot lay me down
Beside a singing mountain stream
Where the willow grew
Where the silver leaf of maple
Sparkled in the morning dew
I braided twigs of willows
I started when we were little kids free
spirits but already tormented by our own hands
given to us by our parents
we got together and wrote on desks
a slept in laundry rooms near snowy mountains
a slipped through whatever cracks
In olden days a glimpse of stocking
Was looked on as something shocking
Now heaven knows, anything goes
Good authors too who once knew better words
Now only use four letter words writing prose
Ask if we can have six in
If not we'll have to have two
You're coming up our end aren't you
I'll get one with you
He wouldn't let us have six in
Especially not with the food